Aira Choi
Where do humans come from and where do they go? What kind of answer would an artist come up with to this riddle that everyone has once thought about? Keeping on throwing a question about this, I have been picturing “Shambhala,” a moonlight utopia of Mother Nature free from space-time and life. When I close my eyes, flowers in full bloom, blessed animals, and long stretches of equatorial plants on a vast plateau unfold in front of me. That way, I take a mystical trip to a paradise in my imagination, sitting in front of easel.
“Shambhala,” a utopia that has long been believed to exist in the Tibetan Plateau, is the land of the blessed that monks wish to reach and a universal motif in art as the unknown Shangri-La.
This particular paradise where only the pure arrive at after getting through the steep rocky mountain with savage beasts on guard, endless desert, deep river, and grassland. The work to knock on the door to this pushes me into a non-existent world, and that thrill makes me indulge myself.
I paint pictures by getting some oil paint with a knife and spreading a thin layer of it on the canvas. Spreading another layer of paint on the canvas after drying it, I experience the way to paradise as walking on endless paths and going up a rocky mountain. The woman often seen in the paintings is me, who travel to a utopia, and also a life traveler searching for a paradise.
Snow leopard—the main character in the paintings—is a savage beast that welcomes travelers to Shambhala sitting at the valley of mystical Himalayas, expressed as the one that pushes out the uninvited and protects the utopia. The fierce animal with a heart-shaped orange nose and golden eyes that stares at me, this intense and lovely figure captivates me.
Everyone has their own utopia. Hopefully, my paintings embrace and manage to protect someone’s paradise, to keep it intact. Today, as always, I fly through the space of ideal as a traveler to Shambhala with a wish to play a role of the guardian of souls that chases away infortunateness.